the fat b*tch singing “show over” end opera leader of the crack rat pack, i sinatra they say i dissed oprah, i’m like “so what? ” i never get to jump up and down on a sofa (that’s life) now watch me as i cruise like tom through the slums where the education’s poor and the children growing dumb in the section of the city where saditty’s don’t come where mr. cosby and mrs. winfrey won’t come unless it’s a hurricane, then fema don’t come comin live from the city where the dreamer came from standing on the same corners that he stood upon i got violence in my waistband, death in my palm ask em am i a bad guy? “ya godd*mn right! ” i done seen how ya do a n*gg* when he doing right

the dream died on a balcony, standing at a hotel now n*gg*s whipping c*ke gel and a o tale we desegregated – put black with the white no longer marching for rights – they sparkin’ a pipe (that’s life) pipe dreams, crack fiends, cars look like ice cream kids see the bling bling, and they want them nice things all cause of tennis shoes, our kids drop out of schools they said be like mike, so ball n*gg* (that’s life)

now, help me understand something… if you really a leader and you really mean something to your people, ain’t you supposed to be in the community with your people? ain’t you supposed to be there? like the only people i see in the communities are rappers and ball players, where the f*ck all y’all doctors? where y’all bourgeoisie n*gg*s at? all the kids got is us! grind time rap game…

read an old magazine, check out a new dress i’d be having conversations with cornel west killer mike don’t give a d*mn if it’s me ya ain’t liking the last great debate i had was with michael eric dyson call me a dumb rapper? girl stop, pardon me… you be hard pressed to find another rapper smart as me maybe jay-z, 2pac, cube but oprah’d rather put supahead on tv now whatcha white audience gon’ think about we? the same white audience that watch bill o’ reilly i saw the smirk on they face when you came at luda the same nice ladies that forgave martha stewart so i can be a crook, take money off the books just as long as i’m liked by a rich man’s wife?

ok, hold up. i can’t rap about doing crime… but if i actually do crime, and do time, i can come back out and have a tv show, with an all white audience, if i rob shareholders of millions? (that’s life) but if i rap about gettin some money on the block, it’s a problem? are you f*cking r*t*rded? i’m not even gonna tell you how stupid you are right now cause you should already know… grind time rap game (that’s life)

niecey had a man, not a mouse or a mole when the pressure come knockin, i ain’t runnin in a hole george bush don’t like blacks? no sh*t, sherlock! and his daddy cia, and flooded the hood with rock and his momma said the women oughta feel at home gettin raped in the bathroom in the superdome the comment kanye made was d*mn near right but bush hate poor people, be ’em black or white (that’s life) h*ll yeah, i said it! cause oprah won’t say it if bill won’t say it, and they still won’t say it if you really bout intelligence, you really know i’m right if you lookin for some leadership, look for killer mike (that’s life) lookin for a movement, it’s grind time rap game kids see us in the street and go bang bang bang they see me on the street and on the corners they hang mysp*ce grind time online, join the gang